The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1887-06-24
yourself with over-work. You must

These remarks bewildered the pro-
fessor very much. He is of the
opinion that if there is one man in
London that is neglecting his oppor-
tunities and not doing half what he
ought to, he is that man.
A few weeks before I left London
the professor invited me up to his
rooms, and then, as usual, forgot all
about the appointment. AS I waited
for him, his good landlady told me
that she was seriously afraid that the
professor would have another break
down. That morning, when she came
in to light the fire and lay the table
for breakfast, she was astonished to
see the professor, wan and haggard,
working away at his manuscript with
the gas light, although it had been
day for some hours. =
Dear me!'' he said, looking up, 81
thought | had had support
Support cried the landlady.
This is breakfast. You surely
haven't been working all night?"
The professor seemed very confused,
and looked as guilty, the landlady
said, as if he were burglar caught in
the act. He appeared to think that
the night had played some sort of
practical joke on him. "And," said
the landlady to me, "what is a person
to do with such a man. Talking to
him doesn't do the least good, for he
forgets all about it.
That's easy enough" I said.
whenever you think it is time for the
professor to be in bed just 60 down to
the meter and turn off the gas. He
will grope his way patiently to his
room and will never grumble."
She was just expressing her admira-
ton of this idea, when the professor
came in as cheerful and joyous as if he
had not been up all night. He was
much pleased and surprised to see me,
and said 1t was very kind of me to drop
in on him whenever l had the chance.
"Look here" said, IF you want to
get out of your appointment with me,
say so honestly, or admit frankly that
you had forgotten it; but don't try
CANNON, professor. You're not equal
to it" ~
mo, no." he said, with painful earn
estness. YOU'RE wrong this time.
The appointment was for tomorrow.
To-day, professor.
II happen" said the professor, glee-
fully, ''to have the means of proving
what | say. Knowing my proneness
to forget, l put down the day on my
tablets. Here it is: Wednesday, you
see."
Exactly. To-day's Wednesday,"
The professor was evidently shocked,
and glanced appealingly at his land
lady. That worthy woman shook her
head and sadly corroborated my state
ment of the day of the week.
The professor sank into his arm
chair.
"Bless me-" he cried, II can not ac-
count for this. gave Tuesdays les
son to my class and it did seem to me
that we had gone over the ground be-
fore, but no comments were made.
complimented the students on their
proficiency, and now that l remember
it, there seemed to be good deal of
suppressed levity as did so, although
at the time believed it to be the feel
ing of pleasure that follows a task we'll
prepared. really can not account
for the mistake"
'My dear professor, it is easily ac-
counted for. You are very method
zeal but very dissipated man. You
have not slept since Tuesday. and until
you do sleep it will still be Tuesday
with you. If you don't give up this
registering around all night with sci
ence, every day will be Tuesday by
and by, as the hymn has it. You will
either have to go to bed or 60 to Bed
lam.
believe that the question: Where
was Moses when the light went out?
has never been satisfactorily answered.
| am, however, in a position to tell
where the professor was when his land
lady turned off the gas at the meter at
eleven o'clock the next night. He
was reveling, as usual, in the paths OF
science, and he toll me he never GOT
such a fright in his life. He thought
he had become suddenly stricken with
blindness, malady which his physi-
clan had predicted at the time he had
to take to glasses. L hope the fright
has done him good.
The professors method of navigat-
ing London is very peculiar. His mind
seems to give his body the general di-
rection when he starts for any place,
and after that he sinks into reverie and
lets his body work out the problem,
alone. The professors body threads
the intricate mazes of London appar-
emily without mental assistance. The
professor is a splendid guide in foo
when every body else in London is lost.
But if you arouse the professors mind
so that it takes the place of instinct the
professor is as helpless as any body. In
going home from his class he ALWAYS
takes the same route, and you can
always count on the professor taking g
certain turn at certain time, and
thus if / wanted to meet him merely
took my stand on his route at the right
hour and very soon would see the pro.
lessor with bowed head working his
way along the crowded thoroughfare,
noticing nobody. 1t was thus that
met him after l had been absent from
London over year. l stood directly
in his way and he ran into me.
Il beg your pardon, SIR" he said
and turned to the left. Again planted
myself before him and again we col.
lided. He used the same phrase, evi.
IDENTIFY not knowing he had run into
the same man; then turned to the right
1 only to collide again.